Romance: A Novel

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Page 8 That afternoon I was upstairs , looking at the reflection of myself in the tall glass ,
wondering miserably why I seemed to be such an oaf . The voice of Rooksby
hailed me suddenly from downstairs . " Hey , John — John Kemp ; come down , I
say ...

Page 9 betwixt them . They ' re both in my red barn , if you want their direction . . . . " He
hurried on suddenly up the hill , leaving me gazing upwards at him . When I
caught him up he was swearing — as one did in those days — and stamping his
foot in ...

Page 11 A woodpigeon rose with a sudden crash of sound , flapping away against the
branches . My pulse was dancinig with delight — my heart , too . It was like a
game of hide - and - seek , and yet it was life at last . Everything grew silent again
, and I ...

Page 12 The lanthorn light suddenly died out , and I heard whispers . " Get him out on to
the road . . . . I ' ll tackle the other . . . Darbies . . . . Mind his knife . " I was like a
confounded rabbit in their hands . One of them had his fist on my collar and
jerked ...

Page 21 ... my heart began to beat softly and insistently — out of sympathy . Suddenly ,
from the deep shadow of the cloud above the sea , a yellow light flashed silently
out — very small , very distant , very short - lived . Rangsley heaved a deep sigh ...

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“And on this ghostly sigh, on this breath, with the feeble click of beads in the nun’s hands, a silence fell upon the room, vast as the stillness of a world of unknown faiths, loves, beliefs, of ...Read full review

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Page 40 - Here's the mahn ye were speerin' after. Here's Macdonald." It was the voice of Barnes, and the voice of the every day. I discovered that I had been tremendously upset. The pulses in my temples were throbbing, and I wanted to shut my eyes — to sleep! I was tired; Romance had departed. Barnes and the Macdonald he had found for me represented all the laborious insects of the world; all the ants who are forever hauling immensely heavy and immensely unimportant burdens up weary hillocks, down steep...